The giant stared at Roy with pity in his eyes, but also appreciation, encouragement, and anticipation. It's like watching a little beast struggling through a blizzard. Especially seeing the still clear eyes of this young man who was burdened with a sea of blood and a heavy fate, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"Thank you," Roy said sincerely, "dear Mr. Neuotens, this is the most precious gift I have ever received. ”

The Giant Mage nodded, not speaking.

This giant mage was clearly a wisp of consciousness left behind by Noiotans. He was a part of Noiotans, possessing his mind and will, but not himself.

In the silence, the giant reached out and pointed a finger at Roy's brow. Roy didn't dodge. Let the huge fingers touch the center of the eyebrows.

"From now on, you are the owner of the Star Tower. A voice and a huge spiritual force, like a warm trickle, flowed into Roy's sea of knowledge. I don't know how long it took, but when the giant's figure faded, blurred, and disappeared, Roy shook his body and regained his senses.

And in the process, Roy has absorbed the endless information contained in that spiritual power. This information was about the Magic Tower, about the Star King, Bastad, and the Three Bone Dragons, and about Noiotans himself and the other two ruins he left behind.

"Congratulations, master. Seeing Roy open his eyes, both the Star King and Bastad said respectfully.

In Roy's eyes, a starlight faded.

There was a soft sound. In the cracked metal cube, a white bubble floated in front of Roy, the bubble burst, and a pitch-black plant rhizome fell into Roy's hand.

Abyssal Dragon Root.

Obviously, this is something that Noy Otans has already calculated. And ready.

Roy stared at the dragon root in his hand for a long time, nodded at the Star King and Bastad, and said, "Let's go back." ”

After speaking, he didn't need the Star King to do anything, as soon as his thoughts moved, the Star Tower Magic Array had already automatically obeyed his will. Sent him and the Star King, Bastad, back to the Colosseum's underground prison area.

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Banksar sat quietly on the ground.

This huge red demon had completely lost the powerful momentum of the twelfth-level demon at this moment, and it just lowered its head, like a silent rock.

As a twelfth-level demon stepping on the corpse of his kind, step by step from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, Banksar is the existence that countless demons in the abyss look up to. It has a vast territory, ruling over millions of demons large and small, stomping its feet. It can make the heavens and the earth change color and shake in all directions.

Its strength is not only reflected in its strength, but also in its wisdom beyond that of other demons.

It was it who personally designed this great plan to lead the demons to the world of light and carried it out. At this moment, the overwhelming demon army was pouring towards the continent through the Blood Sacrifice Channel. They have established themselves, and the human defenders are retreating before them, and they are about to become the heroes of the demons of the Abyss.

But at the moment. Banksar could only sit here lonely.

It has completely lost its combat effectiveness, physical trauma. It's on the verge of collapse. Red magma continued to flow out of the wound and drip onto the ground with a gurgling burning sound.

Why?

Ever since Roy left, those three words had been swirling in Banksall's head. Until now, it couldn't figure out why it had lost.

If it's his own mistake, Banksar can accept it. If it's because the opponent is strong, it's okay to accept it.

Partially. Neither.

Looking back on the whole process, Banksar felt that the only thing he did wrong was that he was unlucky!

And this is the most unacceptable reason for its failure.

The three bone dragons were talking. They have been sealed for more than 6,000 years, and they have just been freed from the seal. They can't wait to get back to that sunny world. They talk about life in the future. But more talk is focused on their new owners.

They excitedly discussed how he had entered the Magic Tower, and how he had miraculously passed the tests that ordinary people would not have been able to pass.

Although their strength is far superior to that of their new masters, what Banksar hears from their mouths is a kind of awe and adoration from the heart. In the end, perhaps because of some bet, the three bone dragons quarreled and blamed each other in a mess.

And it was also in their mouths that Banksar finally learned the name of the dark-haired human boy.

Roy!

It's a very common name.

Based on Banksar's knowledge of humans, there are at least three or five people in a town with the same name. Maybe it's a well-dressed gentleman with a ruff collar, maybe it's a skilled old leatherman, maybe it's a little kid with a snot.

However, when he heard the name at this moment, Banksar only felt that in his mind, like a thunderclap, a scene hundreds of years ago appeared in front of him like a meteor piercing the night sky.

On that day, Banksal took off from the balcony of his castle in the Black Mountain Territory, crossed the storm, and arrived at a splendid palace built high on a mountain in the depths of the Abyss, where he met his master, the ruler of the Abyss, the fourteenth demon Sabonis.

In human form, dressed in a soft and wide silk robe, Sabonis is watering a few flowers from the outside world in the garden.

In the dark abyss, raising flowers is a very luxurious hobby. In the gardens of ordinary people in the outside world, these flowers can only be regarded as ordinary, and no gardener will even bother with them. But in the abyss, even for Sabonis, these flowers are incomparably precious.

When he saw his henchman get off work and Kersar landed in front of him, Sabonis put down the kettle in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

At that time, Sabonis was only a few hundred years away from its final days. Many of the thirteenth-level demons under his command have already begun to move.

They no longer have the same reverence for it as they used to, and they begin to disobey it.

Banksar vividly remembers that day, it saw a wrinkle in the corner of Sabonis's eye. Its tall, lion-like body finally beat the time and began to crack the first crack.

Banksar spoke out about the plan he had been thinking about for a long time.

It knew that it would not be able to advance to the thirteenth level until Sabonis died. Moreover, even if he is promoted, as Sabonis's most favored confidant, he will eventually be torn to shreds by the new ruler of the Abyss.

Therefore, Banksar has to give it a go.

It hopes that when the day comes, it will not die a humiliating death of purge, but as a hero of the demon, a race that has been oppressed by curse and darkness for countless years, and follow the path that Sabonis once walked 10,000 years ago, and rush out of the abyss to the world of light.

It told Sabonis about the ruins he had discovered, and about the whole plan he had designed with this as the core.

The more Banksar spoke, the more excited he became.

In its opinion, the plan is almost seamless. And the reason why it told Sabonis that, in addition to needing more information about the ruins and how to open the blood sacrifice passage, it was more of a childish show-off. It's like a child who catches a rabbit and can't wait to ask for credit from adults.

But that day, what Banksal saw on Sabonis's face was not the surprise and admiration it wanted to see.

It was a very strange look.

Then Sabonis said something to it that sticks in its memory to this day: "I know that one day a demon will come to me and say these things to me. However, I didn't expect it to be you. ”

Banksar didn't think about the meaning of Sabonis's words at the time, and it was natural to interpret them as compliments.

"Do you think this plan is feasible, my lord?" it asked excitedly.

Sabonis retook the jug and watered the flowers, looking a little careless, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, Sabonis said, "This is the guidance of fate. If you want to do it, do it. I need to warn you of two things, though. First, sometimes the success of something doesn't depend on the way you envision it. It's like when you come to me, whether you fly or walk, it's all the same. ”

Banksar nodded a little confusedly.

Sabonis glanced at it, and the expression on his face became more and more strange: "Also, if one day, a human named Roy saves your life, then you can follow him." ”

Banksar remembers being stupid.

However, just as it was about to ask, Sabonis didn't explain any more, but after telling it about how the Blood Sacrifice Passage was opened and some things to be aware of in the plan, he drove it away.

When Banksar flew away from the garden, he saw Sabonis's lonely figure.

In front of it were several flowers that had been given to it by the giant mage. The flowers swayed gently, and there were still crystal droplets of water on the petals. So delicate and beautiful.

But for the rest of their lives, they will never see a ray of sunshine again.

Later, Sabonis finally died. And Banksal, too, began to carry out its plan. Later, this plan, which seemed almost impossible for Banksar to fail, came to this point inexplicably.

When I heard the name of the brunette boy, all the memories came flooding back like a flood. Banksar was stupid for a while.

At this time, the light of the magic array lit up again in the silent cell. When he saw the thin figure beside Beamon, a complicated emotion flashed in Banksal's dead eyes...... WeChat public number ctao0202...... (To be continued.) )